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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.