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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
X-101,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.