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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.