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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.