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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.