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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Index,
Camouflage,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.