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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Visage,
X-101,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.