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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.