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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.