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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.