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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.