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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.