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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.