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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.