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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.