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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.