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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.