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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and London.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the techno 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.