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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Television,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.