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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.