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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.