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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s 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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.