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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.