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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Associates,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.