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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.