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 Congo 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.