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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.