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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.