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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Nas,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.