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 Spain 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.