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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.