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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.