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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.