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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.