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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.