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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.