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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.