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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s 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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.