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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.