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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
JFA,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.