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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.