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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
AZ,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.