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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s 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 Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.