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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.