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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scientists to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.