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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.