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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
JFA,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.