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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Television,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.