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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.