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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.