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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.