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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Move,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Organ,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.