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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.