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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.