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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.