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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.