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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.