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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
MC5,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Fall,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.