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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.