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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.