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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.