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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.