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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.