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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.