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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.