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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.