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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.