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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.