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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.