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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.