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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Move,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.