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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.