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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.