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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.