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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.