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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.