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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.