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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.