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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.