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 Libya 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.