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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.