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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.