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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.