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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.