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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.