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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Qualms,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.