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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.