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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.