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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
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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.