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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.