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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.