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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Television,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.