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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.