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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.