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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.