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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.