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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.