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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
June of 44,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.