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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.