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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.