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 Spain 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.