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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.