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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Gong,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.