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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.