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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Excepter,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.