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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.