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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Motorama,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.