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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Magma,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.