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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.