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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.