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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.