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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
DNA,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.