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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Faust,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.