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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.