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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.