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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.