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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.