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 and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.