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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.