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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.