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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.