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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Visage,
X-102,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.