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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.