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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.