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 Croatia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.