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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Smog,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.