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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.