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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Q65,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.