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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.