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 Peru and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.