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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.