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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.