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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.