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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.