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 Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 UT to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.