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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.