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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.