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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.