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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.