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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 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 Spoonie Gee 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.