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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.