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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.