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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
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.