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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.