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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.