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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.