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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.