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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.