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 Canada 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.