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 Comoros and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.