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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.