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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.