Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.