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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.