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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.