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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.