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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.