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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.