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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.