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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.