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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.