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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.