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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.