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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Pole,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
ABC,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.