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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.