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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.