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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.