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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.