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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.