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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.