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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.