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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.