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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.