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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Doors,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.