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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.