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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.