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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
The Move,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Index,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.