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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.