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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.