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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.