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 Italy 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.