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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.