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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.