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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
DNA,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.