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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.