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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.