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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.