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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.