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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.