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 Italy 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.