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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.