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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.