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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.