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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.