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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.