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 Switzerland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.