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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Symarip,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.