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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Japan,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.