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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.