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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.