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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Deakin,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.