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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.