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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.