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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.