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 Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.