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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.