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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Q65,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.