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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.