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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Q65,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.