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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.