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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.