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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.