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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
UT,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.