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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.