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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Crime to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.