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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Brick,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.