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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.