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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.