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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.