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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
X-102,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.