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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.