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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.