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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.