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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.