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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.