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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
the Association,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.