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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.