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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.