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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.