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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.