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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.