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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.