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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.