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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.