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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.