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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.