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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.