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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Visage,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.