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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Drexciya 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Martian,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Franke,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.