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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.