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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.