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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.