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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.