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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.