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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.