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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.