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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.