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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.