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 Korea South and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.