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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
DNA,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.