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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.