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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Nas,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.