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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.