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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.