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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.