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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Whodini,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.