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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Kayak,
X-102,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.