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 India and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.