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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Franke 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 dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Can,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.