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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.