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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Organ,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.