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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
UT,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.