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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.