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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.