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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.