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 Bahamas 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.