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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
X-101,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.