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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
The Monks,
Skriet,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.