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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.