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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Q65,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Roxette,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.