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 London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Smog,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Mars,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.