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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.