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 Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.