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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.