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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.