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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.