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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Names,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
X-101,
The Zeros,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.