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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Nico,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.