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 India and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Wings,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.