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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.