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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.