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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.