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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.