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 India and from Glasgow.
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 Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.