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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.