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 United States 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.