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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Smog,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.