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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Scion,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.