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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.