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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.