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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Crime,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.