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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Franke,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.