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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Gong,
Skaos,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
JFA,
Index,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.