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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.