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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.