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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.