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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.