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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.