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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.