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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.