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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.