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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.