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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.