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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.