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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.