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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.