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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.