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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Organ,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.