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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 marimba 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.