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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.