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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.