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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.