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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Rekid,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.