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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.