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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.