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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Wire,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Magazine,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.