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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.