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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.