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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.