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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.