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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.