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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.