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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.