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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.