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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.