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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.