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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.