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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.