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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.