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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
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.