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 Azerbaijan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.