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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.