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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.