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 France and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.