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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.