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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.