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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.