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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.