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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.