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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Human League to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.