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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.