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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.