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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.