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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.