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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.