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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.