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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.