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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.