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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.