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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.