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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.