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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
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.