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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.