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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.