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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
JFA,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.