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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
The Move,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.