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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.