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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.