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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.