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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Monks,
Visage,
Whodini,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.