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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.