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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The Martian,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.