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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.