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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
The Index,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.