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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.