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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Crime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.