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 Libya and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.