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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.