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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scion,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Brick,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.