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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.