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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Mars,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.