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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.