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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
cv313,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.