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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Josef K,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.