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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.