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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.