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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.