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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.