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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.