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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.