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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
UT,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.