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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.