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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.