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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.