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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.