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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.