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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.