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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.