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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.