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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Evens,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.