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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.