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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Darondo,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.