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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.