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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.