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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Can,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.