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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Ossler,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.