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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
X-102,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.