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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.