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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.