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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.