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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.