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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Q65,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.