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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.