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 Brunei and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.