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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.