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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.