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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.