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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
JFA,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.