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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.