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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.