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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.