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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.