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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.