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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.