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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.