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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Crime,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.