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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.