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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.