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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
10cc,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.