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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.