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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.