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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.