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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.