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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.