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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.