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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.