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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.