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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.