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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Nas,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.