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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.