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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.