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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.