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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.