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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.