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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.