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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.