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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.