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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.