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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.