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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.