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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.