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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.