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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.