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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
PIL,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.