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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.