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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.