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 Oman 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.