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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.