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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.