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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.