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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.