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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
UT,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.