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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.