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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.