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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.