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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.