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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.