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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.