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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
the Germs,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.