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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s 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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.