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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.