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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 CMW 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.