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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Television,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.