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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.