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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.