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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Index,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.