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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.