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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.