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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pole,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.