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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.