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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.