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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.