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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.