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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.