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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Chrome,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.