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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Remains,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Slave,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.