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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.