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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
The Index,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.