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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.