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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.