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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
JFA,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.