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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
DNA,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.