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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.