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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.