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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.