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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Index,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.