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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pierre Henry 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Fear,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.