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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.