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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.