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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.