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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.