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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.