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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.