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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Martian to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.