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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.