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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.