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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.