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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.