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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.