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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Index,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.