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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.