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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
MC5,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.