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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.