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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.