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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.