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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.