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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.