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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.