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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.