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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.