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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
New Order,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.