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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.